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Exposed Obsession

Exposed Obsession

Belise

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"You're pretty demanding for a virgin," he speaks into my mouth. "You're also a little angry for a woman I want to bed down." My eyes widen. "Is that going to stop you?" He grins. "Of fucking course not. It makes me want you even more." He rips me from the countertop, edging us back into the bedroom where there's a bare, wood board covering the gaping hole in the window. He tears the blinds shut on his way toward the bed, his arm hooked under my ass and keeping my waist pinned to his chest.

Chapter 1 1

A NEW JOB

Anabelle

"Ana, come downstairs," my father's rough voice calls.

I tie off the long, red braid behind my neck and adjust my top, feeling ready for the day ahead of me. My father doesn't know it yet, but it's my first day of work. While most fathers would be excited for their only child to be launched into the world, he probably won't take it very well.

Even though I'm twenty-three years old, my father, Irving Reese, treats me like I'm twelve. My mother passed away when I was a teenager, which is why he can be so overbearing at times. Nevertheless, his little bird is ready to leave the nest. He just doesn't know it yet.

"In the den, sweetheart," Irving grumbles.

I scamper into his office, lined with mahogany furniture and a thick cloud of cigar smoke. I try to sweep it from the air while my father's assistant, Padgett Myer, stands at my father's side with a thick cigar rolled in his fingers. He offers me a kind, handsome smile. There is something so calming about having him here for the conversation I'm about to have with my father.

"Good morning, sweetheart," my father hums. He regards me with deep black eyes streaked with gray, matching his salt and pepper hair that is combed back with too much grease. "Padgett just told me we have a clear schedule for today. My next shipment isn't due until late tonight. I wanted to see if you and I could spend the day together."

I lean back in the taut leather chair, my fingertips throbbing with pins and needles. "Well, there was something I wanted to talk to you about too, Father."

His brow furrows and he sits up, easily a foot and a half taller than me even while we're sitting. His presence is always thick and looming, much like the cigar smoke hanging in the air around all three of us.

"Is everything okay, Anabelle?"

"Everything is fine," I blurt out, breathless already. "I actually start my new job today."

My father gives Padgett a quick look and his broad-chested assistant walks out of the room at once. He shuts the double doors on his way out, leaving the office in a dim yellow haze with smoke still lingering in clouds before us.

I tense, trying to get ahead of what I know he will say. "I'm twentythree, and I should have a job, Father. It's important for me, too, because I want to have friends, and I haven't really been on my own since high school when Mom . . ."

He tenses and I shut my lips at once, knowing I'm not helping my case anymore. When he finally leans back and forces a position of relaxation, I exhale, watching his hefty tobacco stick come to his pursed, peach lips and then back to its resting position on the desk.

"Sweetheart, you don't need a job. I have plenty of money to take care of you. Besides, you have friends from your school years," he claims with a nonchalant shrug of his hunched shoulders. "Padgett is a good guy. Why don't you be friends with him?"

"I don't want your work friends, Dad," I groan. "I want to be normal. I want to be twenty-three and . . . and free."

He winces like I've slapped him but ultimately shakes his head. "Well, what's the job?"

"Waitressing," I say, speaking through my excited grin. "It's at this beautiful hotel downtown, and I'll work in the bar and-"

"Absolutely not," he cuts in, his voice stern and low-the kind of tone that leaves no room for argument. "I will not have my daughter bartending in downtown New Orleans. I refuse to allow it. It's too dangerous, and you will call them today and tell them you won't take the job." "But, Dad, I-"

"But nothing," he bites. "You aren't working in this city, and that's final."

My mouth hangs agape, partially in shock at his dismay at the news of my job, but also how hard he denied my request. Having a job is typical for girls my age, but in his eyes, his precious daughter doesn't need one, so she shouldn't have one.

Either that, or he's just being the overprotective father I've only known since my mother died. Whether he agrees to it or not, I'm going to work today. I just hope his forgiveness is gentler than his refusal.

He stands from his seat and adjusts his jacket, pinning it together in front of his chest. I lean back, still in a state of shock, while he comes to my side and flicks his cigar ash onto the edge of his desk. His dry lips press into my forehead. If I were a stubborn woman, I would yank myself away, but I stay put.

"I'm going shopping for the work party I'm throwing for the guys in a few weeks," he says, straightening up to take another inhale of his smokey stick. "Do you want to come with me, sweetheart?"

"No," I bite, looking elsewhere. "I will probably just make plans with Madison later."

He pats my shoulder and leaves his office, leaving me to my dismay as per usual. I feel a small pang of guilt already for lying to him, but his reaction to my news proves that there is no other way to get around his dictation.

I run my fingers through my hair and exhale.

"You're still going, aren't you?" Padgett asks from somewhere behind me in the doorway of the office.

I only nod, knowing there's an equal chance he will tell my father or sweep it under the rug and pretend he never asked in the first place. Either way, I know that I should be normal and spread my wings. A little waitressing job seems harmless to me.

"Just be careful, Ana. Your father has reason to be concerned."

I glance over my shoulder, seeing him lean accentually against the doorframe. "It's a waitressing job at an upscale hotel, Padgett. What's the worst that could happen?"

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